Monday, 30 December 2013

Story: Ride Out – Locked In (Part 2)

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Ride
Out – Locked In (Part 2)

I
was pleased to see he didn’t need telling twice.Bending over in front of me, he started
unbuckling his SIDI boots, and removed each in turn.He was still warm from the struggling in the
restraint belt, and the heady smell of leather was filling the air.I was also enjoying watching his boy being
reduced from skinhead leather biker into my piece of play meat for the
day.Next came the unzipping of the
calves, and the chest zip.I was
enjoying the view when he was bent over, and was looking forward to filling his
hole with my cock and a plug.

Once
the zips were fully open, the tight black leather suit dropped from around his
chest, revealing his shirtless and tanned barrel chest, with defined pecs, a
covering of fur and even more surprisingly, two pierced tits.

Stepping forward, I grabbed them both and
started playing with them, squeezing twisting and pinching to see the
reaction.He didn’t flinch away, even
when I really applied the pressure.

“You
like you tits being played with boy?”

“YES
SIR”.

“…and the rest, show me that ass….”

Balancing,
he wriggled down the rest of the tight leathers, and stepped out of each leg in
turn.A pair of black lycra fitted boxer
short trunks were revealed, and two strong and well-muscled legs. With the leather
suit finally off it was clear the boy was already enjoying the scene, with a
large hard on bulge from the front of his shorts.Dropping his final item of clothing, his cock
sprung from its confines to reveal a mass of black hair, and a good wide seven
inches, uncut with his cockhead already swollen.

“Hands
behind your head boy”.Compliant, he
spread his hands on the back of his head like he was being arrested, which made
my own cock even harder inside my leathers.Taking hold of his low hanging balls, I rolled them between my fingers,
squeezing them just enough to let him know who was boss.Moving up to his erect cock, I closed my fist
around it and pumped it a little.Spitting on my hand, I moved my fingers to the tip and gave him some
more stimulation.I was happy to see a
big glob of pre-cum forming which I wiped off with my finger.

“Open
mouth boy and clean this off”.

Hungrily
he sucked on my finger and licked off the sticky juice.

“Now
on your knees and tell me why I should train you as my boy?”

Without
hesitation this naked skinhead muscle boy dropped to his knees on the concrete
floor in my playroom and bowed his head in front of me.His tanned and wide shoulders looked
fantastic in front of me with his hands still on the back of his head and his
cock hard in front of him.

“SIR
I have long admired your body and mind and wondered how I might approach
you.I want to be owned completely and
utterly and have no rights of my own, and be used as your sex gimp, and serve
only your needs in every way.I am
single with no family, and give myself to you to own.”

I’d
had no inkling about this previously, but this attitude was like sweet music to
my ears.My cock was getting
uncomfortable in the confines of my tight black leather pants.I wanted to feel his tongue licking the
pre-cum I could feel moistening my cock head before I rammed my cock down his
throat.I’d already decided to use an
open mouth gag to train him to take it if he wasn’t used to my own wide eight
inches.In time he’d also learn to drink
anything which I fed him.But for now, I
wanted him frustrated, and broken – rebuilt to my own standards.He’d wanted to try on some kit; and he was
going to…all of it given time.

“From
his moment on, consider yourself my property.I will own you and be in control of your life.This will be a week trial to begin with, with
a view to either party walking away at the end.Otherwise from that point on I will become your permanent owner, boss,
master, partner, depending on the situation.In private, or when otherwise told, you will refer to me as SIR.Everything you utter will start and end with
SIR to show your respect.You will
continue social activities and friends, as well as training more in the gym so
your body is the standard I require.But
in the domestic environment you will exist to serve.I will use any part of your body I wish and
abuse it as I see fit.There will be no
permanent harm, but from this point, you will never cum or play with yourself
again unless I permit it.You will sleep
where I see fit. In this cell, cage, or with me once you earn that right.If you digress you will be punished.If you’re uncomfortable with any part of
these terms, then speak up now, otherwise, give me your consent and acceptance
of ownership”

I
wanted to see how serious the boy was at being owned property, or if it would
scare him away.His head still bowed, I
could see his cock remained rock hard; in fact, I thought it looked even harder
with my little ‘speech’.A sticky strand
of pre-cum was now dripping down onto the concrete floor.Nice.Rather than shying away, he lifted his handsome face up towards me, and
responded.

“SIR,
I accept all ownership terms SIR.SIR I
live to serve you and look forward to a week’s time to make this permanent SIR”

There
was that look again, handsome square jawed skinhead with submissive eyes on his
knees in front of me, fully offered.Again, I was so fucking horny I wanted to take my cock out then and
there and face fuck him until my load hit the back of his throat.But it was time to start his training.

“Eyes
at the floor boy, and keep your hands on the back of your head”

I
took a number of items from cabinets and shelves in the playroom, keeping an
eye on him. An 18 inch metal chain from one of my storage cabinets and small
‘Master’ padlock, pair of black leather high leg combat boots which were in
need of polishing, and a chest to wrist restraint; then returned to standing in
front of him.

“You
will wear a collar and padlock at all times unless I specify otherwise to
remind you that you are owned, and show others that you are owned.At the gym you will wear vests to show off
your body and ownership chain.You can
tell workout colleagues it’s a sign of ownership.Take this chain now and fasten it around your
neck with this padlock. “

Dutifully,
he circled the chain around his neck, and quickly snapped the padlock
shut.There wasn’t any hesitation and
the head never raised.

“Now
put on these combat boots and stand up with your hands behind your head again.”

Adjusting
his kneeling position to a sitting position, his erect cock pointing out in
front of him, he took the black leather boots, and put them on, lacing them up
tight, then stood up and returned his hands to the backs of his head.This was good position for him, as it showed
off his pecs and biceps, and I liked the way it also exposed his tits.

I
wrapped the black leather restraint around his chest, fastening the buckle at
the rear tightly, and clipping the padlock in place.Next, I took each of his arms in turn, and
extending them, fastened the strap round his ample biceps before padlocking it
in place, and then bending his arm to fasten his wrist in the buckle across his
chest.After fastening each arm and
wrist in place, he was now completely immobilised but fairly comfortable.

“Test
the restraint boy”.

Realising
the futility of his situation, he flexed his biceps and pulled against the
wrist restraints to no avail.I also
liked to check I’d fastened them tight enough that he was secure and wasn’t
going anywhere.

“And
as you requested earlier…..“I took the Carerra chastity belt down from
the shelf, complete with large metal butt plug.“This will never fit at present boy.If you’re cock isn’t soft again in three minutes, then I will take a
leather whip to your ass.Perhaps this
will help you too”.Taking one of the
unopened cans of drink from earlier, I pushed it into his cock and balls,
making him jump.

The
cold liquid had the desired effect, and in a few moments his cock was flaccid
again.Dripping a few drops of lube into
my hand, I coated his cock and balls and slipped them through the front plate,
and fed his cock into the cock tube of the belt.Fastening the metal around his waist, it
seemed almost like the belt was made for him.During his he looked down to which I planted a slap across his ass
cheeks, taking him by surprise.“Eyes
front boy”.Closing the front of the
belt, I fitted the padlocked and click, he cock belonged to me no matter how
hard he got.

I
took the lube, and spread some across the metal plug.“Now I’m gonna ram this big metal plug
straight up your ass, and I want to hear you moan as it stretches open that tight
hard hole of yours.Speak.”

“SIR
thank you SIR”

I
took some lube and spread it around his asshole, and inserted my lubed up
finger.His ass was tight, and he moaned
as my finger went up.After spreading
the lube up inside him, I positioned the tip of the plug against his ass, and
started applying pressure.Slow at
first, the plug started disappearing into his tight hole; it was a beautiful
tight to see.Further and further the
plug disappeared, and the louder and louder his moans got.They didn’t sound exactly painful, but this
cold metal invader was certainly a challenge for him.Finally the widest part of the plug pushed
against his sphincter, and with a final push and a load moan, the plug
disappeared inside him fully and his sphincter snapped shut around it.I fastened the remaining metal plate at the
top of his ass cheeks, and snapped the padlock into place.

Collared,
restrained, and now locked in inescapable metal chastity, my new property
looked hot as hell.The metal of the
chastity enclosed his cock and balls, and judging by what had come before, his
cock would now be in some discomfort locked away in its metal prison.The padlocked metal followed the contours of
his butt perfectly and seemed to compliment it, with the large invader an
additional reminder of his ownership.I
ran my hand down the metal between his butt cheeks, and gave a few pushes on
the plug.He half whimpered, and half
moaned, which was the desired effect.

I
wanted this first training to be intense for him, to mind fuck with him a
little, and also to see what his limits were.So far, I hadn’t found any, and he was more of a sex pig than I’d
thought.If I ever did let him cum, I
wanted him to be so hot with desire that he would beg to be allowed to play
with himself and gain relief.I wanted
him so broken that he would do anything as my slave to pleasure me.Of course, what he didn’t know was that the
plug was also ready to be plugged into my electro box.But that could wait….

With
him now in the position I wanted him in, I slid two knee pads around his
knees.In truth they were black painters
knee protectors from a hardware store; but they did the job during dog training
scenes or when boys were on their knees for other reasons.

“Now
back down on your knees and spit shine every inch of my boots and leathers,
bootboy.”

“SIR
yes SIR”

With
his hands and arms restrained, he was off balance but managed to get down to his
knees and bent forward to my boots.The
tongue extended and he started on one boot.This muscle stud plugged chastised and tied at my boots once again had
my cock rock hard and I could feel the oozing pre-cum.Stroking my meat through the tight leathers,
I wanted to edge myself until I was ready to use his mouth.

“Long
slow tongue strokes boy” as I took a light leather whip from my back pocket,
swung it and connected with his ass.A
few strokes of encouragement, but he didn’t yelp or ask me to stop. Another test passed.It seemed to encourage him on, as I swear
from that point on, I could feel the pressure of his tongue on my toes.

Working
one boot, followed by the other, he started licking every inch of my leather
pants, and getting right inside the padded details of them.This boy was definitely a leather fan, and
going to be good with his mouth.Moving
up my thighs, I straddled his face and presented by leather covered ass for the
same tongue treatment.Part humiliation,
part anticipation, I love a boy to work every inch, every seem between the back
of my belt line and my crotch.

I
was certainly pleased with his performance, as every inch of my boots and
leathers were now soaked with his spit.Finally ending up at my crotch, I could feel the strokes of his tongue,
working from the base of my shaft to the tip through the leather.

“Open
those leathers boy, with your teeth, and take it…..”

His
mouth moved to the top of my leathers, and taking the zip in his teeth, he
slowly pulled it down….

Author's
note:

Thanks for
all your feedback.I’m always pleased to
receive e-mails, SMS text, Tweets from readers email: fiction at bear-cop dot com
Tweet @Bear_Cop or SMS text me to (UK Mobile) +447942999885.(an illustrated version of this fiction is now
available at blog.bear-cop.com with images that inspired the text). This text
can be freely printed or re-produced provided this original paragraph is
included.